Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 01:07:55 -0500
From: Ron Johnson
Subject: The Paint Party
All the usual disclaimers. If you're under 18 years old, if stories of
graphic sexuality offends you, or if for any reason you're on this site
and shouldn't be then leave immediately. The story is pure fiction and
never really happened (but, I wish it had!)
The Paint Party
"Hey Ron....wait up!"
I was riding my bike and could almost see Sharon's house. I turned my
head around to see where the voice was coming from. Stanley was about
thirty feet behind me and gaining fast.
"Are you invited to Sharon's party, too?"
Usually, Stanley and I were together nearly every day. But, I hadn't
seen Stanley for over a week because my sisters and I were at our
grandmother's out of state. It was during my favorite month of the
year - June.
"Sharon called me a couple of days ago." He paused and continued, "Are
we gonna help her paint her room or something?"
"I don't know. All she told me was that I was invited to a `paint
party'. Maybe so we could help her ...."
As we made the turn around the trees at the corner where the Turners
live, I saw a couple of boys going in Sharon's front door.
"How many people did she invite? Maybe we are painting the whole
house?" I looked at Stanley and he nodded in agreement.
We rode our bikes on up the driveway to the front door, got off our
bikes and knocked. Sharon opened it immediately. She must have been
standing right by the door.
"Come in," Sharon said. "Everyone's in the pool". Sharon had on a long
light green colored robe which nearly reached the floor. Some how I
knew she was naked underweight. I could feel a little trill go through
my lower body.
Now Sharon's family was the richest family in town, but Sharon never
displayed any underneighth. She was just like everyone else. But their
house! Wow! I don't know how many bedrooms were in the house. There
must have been at least four or five. Best, they had an indoor pool, a
hot tub, a pool table, ping pong and lots of other stuff. My dad said
the house must have cost at least $50,000! I guess that is lot of money.
As we followed Sharon to the swimming pool, she told us what was
happening. "We are going to have a paint party." She laughed as she
looked at both Stanley and I. "But, that part of the party will be
later." She continued laughing and Stanley and I looked at other and
shrugged.
"First, everyone is going swimming in the pool."
"I didn't bring a bathing suit", I said to Sharon as Stanley spoke
over my words with the same words.
"You don't need a suit", Sharon smiled at both of us. "See!"
Stanley and I sorted of gasped. Though we couldn't see their bodies in
detail under the water, it was easy to see that everyone in the water
was naked. I saw Danny and Pete standing on the other side of the
pool. Pete waved to the three of us on this side and pulled his shorts
off, flung them to the side and dove in - naked. Danny was right after
him.
Now dear readers if you think this story is somewhat impossible, you
must know that only a couple of months earlier all of the same kids
were at another of Sharon's parties. It started innocently enough with
the usual party games: twister, a game of tag throughout the house and
hide n' seek. Then, Sharon wanted to know if anyone wanted to play
strip poker. Everyone did. Or at least most everyone did. A couple of
kids were hesitant at first, but eventually everyone played. Of
course, we all ended up naked. We even kept playing after everyone
lost their clothes. Losers had to run around the house naked and I
even had to run all the way down to Sharon's mail box and back to the
house. Needless to say there are not nearby neighbors, but the road is
pretty busy and I had to dive into some bushes a couple of time so I
wouldn't be seen.
(Several "losers" had to be touched, you know where, and some "losers"
had to touch someone else, you know where. But that is all that really
happened. However, everyone sort of lost interest - well some people
did - and we ended up in Sharon's indoor swimming pool.)
"Where's your parents? I asked Sharon.
"Oh, they are gone for the entire weekend. I am home along. My sister
is helping at the school for the high school dance and then she is
staying over night with her friend. Manny went to visit her sister.
(Manny is their servant.) My parents think I'm old enough to take care
of myself." She looked slyly at Stanley and I. "Don't you think so?"
She looked up at us with her big brown eyes. Wow!
"Oh, I certainly do!" we both stammered. Both Stanley and I almost
said the same thing together again.
"Come on get your clothes off and get in the pool!" Sharon said.
Stanley and I began undressing. I looked at Sharon. Now I noticed the
long robe with more interest. How could I not notice! It was slightly
transparent. She slipped it off and threw it aside. She was naked. She
jumped into the pool calling for her friends.
Stanley and I hurriedly finished undressing and jumped into the pool,
too. It was a good thing I was in the water for obvious reasons.
Naturally the boys hung out together at the deep end of the pool.
Though we knew all the girls, it was still quite embarrassing some
how. We had grown up with them since kindergarten. It had been nearly
a month since we all went skinny dipping in this very pool.
We sort of looked at each other and made comments about the girls
giggling like idiots.
The girls were in the shallow end sitting on the bottom of the pool.
The water came up to their necks, but occasionally they would raise up
higher and we could see their boobs.
I was as hard as a rock. I looked around me, but I couldn't see any of
the other fellow's peckers to see if they were hard, too.
Suddenly, with a big yell of attack, Danny lurched half way out of the
water toward me. I felt his hand groping for my pecker as he fell
beneath the water. I moved away and at the same time reached for him.
I missed anything he would consider valuable.
Then, it was a free for all. Everyone was jumping up on someone else
forcing them under the water. Sometimes, someone would brush against
my hard pecker or I would feel someone else's pecker as I brushed up
against them. Only once, darn, did someone grab my pecker!
"Where are the girls?" a boy yelled dramatically. We all looked toward
the shallow end. No girls could be seen.
"Look, there they are!" another boy yelled.
Sure enough, they were swimming toward us under water. A couple of
girls were closer and I could tell they had face masks on. They were
looking at us under the water!
For just a second, I could imagine swimming under water and seeing
naked legs, naked stomachs, naked feet and, of course, naked .....
butts and hard peckers! I thought I was going to explode from the
excitement. The girls were checking us all out!
I could almost see what they saw under the water: five completely
naked boys trashing around in the deep water. All of us were like
newly born babes. Not one of us had any hair anywhere on our bodies
except our heads though I think Danny had a few little strands and
maybe Stanley, too. The girls, too, were hairless, but Sharon and
Brenda had begun to develop little breasts.
Then, Pete and Jimmy, began showing off for the girls by moving their
hips right up to the plastic windows on the masks. The girls screamed
and began swimming back toward the shallow end.
We chased the girls to the shallow end and then started romping and
playing with the girls, but not the same way the boys were doing each
other. We knew better than that! It was more just wrestling and trying
to dunk each other. There was a lot of screaming and chasing around
the shallow end; diving and trying to stand on our hands.
Oh, it was a good time. Though my pecker was still hard, it was less
hard now for some reason.
We were now relaxed with each other and we began doing the things we
always do when we are in a pool - with or without bathing suits on:
diving from the pool edge, running and jumping in the pool, playing
marco polo and soaking in the hot tub. Back in the pool, we started
diving between each other's legs. This was especially fun and my
pecker started to come more to attention again especially when someone
brushed the end of my pecker.
Suddenly, I heard a whistle. Everyone stopped where they were. All
eyes were on the whistle blower - Sharon. She was standing stark naked
at the edge of the pool.
"Everybody out of the pool! It's time for the paint party!"
I had forgotten all about the paint party. I still wondered what this
was all about.
We all got out of the pool and gathered around Sharon. We were still
wet, but I wasn't cold. However, Sharon handed all of us a towel.
"Over here, everyone." Sharon commanded. We all followed her toward
the pool table and further from the pool like a little parade of naked
- well, naked kids.
Here, I noticed many little pails of colored paint - each with a paint
brush.
"Swimming was just to get us all relaxed for the real fun", Sharon
told us. "We are going to paint each other. See the paint?" Sharon
motioned toward the pails.
"What do you mean - paint each other?" Jimmy looked a bit perplexed.
"I don't want to get painted."
"Oh Jimmy this is going to be real fun. The paint is water based. It's
called `Tempra'. When we are all done painting each other, all we have
to do is jumped in the pool and it will wash right off".
Everyone started talking at once. Some people were laughing and others
were looking at the paint.
"Oh, I see", Jimmy responded. "Do we paint each other - uhhh - all
over or just certain places?"
Sort of ignoring Jimmy, Sharon responded, "OK, everyone. This is how
it works. First the boys will paint the girls. Then, the girls will
paint the boys. Everyone should try and paint their person real nice
because there is going to be a prize for the best painting." Sharon
stopped for a moment and looked at Jimmy and then to the others.
"Jimmy asked if we would paint all of our bodies. YES! This is why it
will be so much fun! You can paint every part or you can leave parts
unpainted. It is your choice".
Everyone started talking at once again. There was much laughing and
perhaps a little hesitation. I mean, it isn't every day that a group
of 11 and 12 year olds paint each other's stark naked bodies. But, we
were a little more outgoing than perhaps the average kid our ages.
"OK girls spread your towels out and lay down. Boys, you can get the
paints. There is enough for everyone and you can trade and borrow each
other's paints".
"Which girl do I paint?" Pete asked.
"I have a can with the names of the girls in it. Each boy will draw a
name. Then when it is time for the girls to paint the boys, the boy
that painted the girl will paint the same boy. Is that fair?"
Everyone agreed this was fair and Sharon held the can for Danny to
draw a name. He drew a piece of paper out and read, "Margaret". Danny
had a big smile on this face. Everyone knew he liked Margaret.
Actually, everyone liked everyone so no one was disappointed with who
ever they picked. But, I just knew my girl wouldn't be Sharon. However
when the fourth girl was picked and no one had picked Sharon she
looked at me with a big smile. I was so lucky!
All the girls had spread their towel on the hard tile of the pool area
and stretched out on top.
I looked around as I walked over to where Sharon had spread her towel.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Here were five naked girls from my class
at school. These girls were all very pretty. They all had big smiles
on their faces and several were watching the boy that was about to
paint them. And, my pecker had risen to the occasion. I noticed that
all the other boys also had boners. No one seemed to be self
conscience. Though I noticed several of the girls looking at their
painter's hard pecker, they didn't seem to be self conscious either.
Maybe it was because at the very end of fifth grade all the boys and
all the girls, separately, learned about our own bodies and the bodies
of the other sex in health class.
I should tell you that no boy's peckers were abnormally large or
abnormally small. All the boys looked like average 11 and 12 year old
boys. Our peckers were about four inches long maybe closer to five
inches when we were hard. We were all circumcised as is the custom in
our community, I guess. I really didn't even know what "circumcision"
was until only a few months ago. One of my cousins a little older than
me from another state who wasn't circumcised told me all about how it
was done when we were babies. Weird! I thought all boys looked just
like me until I saw my cousin naked. Actually, my cousin not only told
me but showed me, too. He made himself shoot. I was so impressed! That
was really cool and I could hardly wait to start shooting. I tried it
nearly every night for weeks after, but I couldn't do it.
But, I didn't know if any of the boys could shoot when we began
painting each other. That isn't something that we normally bring up
when playing ball or doing an English assignment together.
The girls too, were all about the same size. Joyce and Rosie had began
to develop little boobies, but all the rest of the girls looked just
like the boys from the waist up. All the girls looked just about the
same down below. Joyce and Rosie had little strands of light colored
hair on either side of their slits. All the rest of the girls were as
bald as most of the boys.
"Hey Sharon", called Danny. "How do we decide who did the best
painting?"
Sharon raised her head from where she was laying on the towel. "My
sister and her boy friend are the judges!"
Everyone was suddenly quiet.
"You mean they are going to see us all naked?" someone called out?
"It'll be all right", Sharon said quietly. "You all know my sister.
She won't say a thing to anyone and she is really looking forward to
judging the best painting. You all know her boy friend, too. Jack
won't tell anyone either. Besides, I know something about him that he
doesn't want spread around so he won't talk to anyone".
"What is it?"
"I am sorry, but I told Jack I wouldn't tell anyone. So, I won't
tell". Sharon was quite emphatic.
We all knew Jack. He wasn't the star football player, but he was one
of the best on the junior varsity. He was a really nice guy, for a
teenager. He never picked on any of us kids - though many of his
friends did.
"OK, let's get on with the painting", someone said.
Evidently, everyone was OK with the judging arrangements. I didn't
hear any more talking about it. Actually, everyone was very quiet
except for a little giggle here and there when a boy touched a girl
with the paint brush for the first time.
I was kneeling next to Sharon. I looked at her pretty face and smiled.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready", she said smiling.
I picked up the paint brush and dipped it in the blue paint. I knew
Sharon liked blue. I dragged the paint brush along the edge of the
pail so there wasn't too much paint on the brush. I held it up
somewhat hesitantly and looked at Sharon's 11 year old shape. She was
starting to look like a woman, I thought. Anyway, she had the curves
in the right places and looked a bit like my mom when I saw her in a
bathing suit at the lake a week or so ago.
I brought the brush down and touch the very tip of the brush on her
right nipple. Then, I touched the brush to her left nipple. I brought
the brush back up and held it like I was a famous painter and admired
my work.
Sharon laughed a little and squirmed her body a little on the towel.
This made me more excited. I could feel the hardness of my pecker.
I continued painting with the blue. I drew a circle about an inch away
from the blue dot around where her breast will be some day. Then, I
rinsed the brush in the water next to the blue paint. Then, I made a
spiral around her little breast.
I admired my work and then chose a bright orange for my next color. I
diluted it in an empty container with water so the orange would be a
little more watery. Then, I began to paint Sharon from her little
boobies down to her hips. When I got to THAT area, I just painted it
very softly like I had painted it every day. Gosh, I wish I could have!
Sharon took a deep breath when I first touched her vulva with the
brush. Again, I looked at my work. Though the brush was good, the
orange paint was sort of uneven so I dipped my hand in the clear
water, dropped some orange paint on my hands and then gently rubbed my
hand all over Sharon's naked body from her boobies to her hips. I
purposely spread the orange paint gently over and around her hips and
her vulva. Sharon spread her legs so I could apply the paint between
her her legs and reach the area between her vulva and her bottom.
The paint dried pretty quickly and I had Sharon roll over to her
stomach and rubbed more orange paint midway between her back and her
bottom. Gosh, I never noticed how cute her little bottom was! Again,
Sharon spread her leg and I smeared the orange paint between her legs.
I could reach through with my fingers and feel her vulva. I rubbed the
paint in this area for perhaps too long a time, but Sharon was really
enjoying my hands and fingers fingering her every interesting spot.
Gosh, this was so exciting! I could imagine how good it must feel for
Sharon.
Then, I had her turn over again and I began painting flowers, little
daisies and pansies, from her boobies up and around her upper chest
area, her neck and face. I had Sharon turn from back to front and back
again several times so I could get it just right.
I looked at the other boys painting their girls. It was really cool. I
could see five boys kneeling next to the girls, five peckers sticking
nearly straight in the air, five brushes painting here and there on
the naked bodies of five beautiful girls. It certainly looked like
everyone was having a great time. Boys and girls were laughing and
giggling as brushes and sometimes hands spread various colors of paint
over the naked girls vulvas, bottoms, little boobies and everything in
between.
I continued to paint Sharon. I painted little birds, some flying and
some sitting on little branches in trees stretching from one side of
Sharon's naked back or front snaking around her body against the now
dried bright orange paint.
I felt I was just about done. Some of the other boys were already
being painted by the girls.
"Do you think I should do anything else Sharon?"
Sharon looked over her body. "I think you did wonderful, Ron!" She
gave me a little peck on the cheek.
Gosh, the little kiss nearly made me go over the top!
Sharon got up and I took her place. I laid down on my back, not a bit
conscious of my pecker aiming at my chest.
Sharon must have thought the idea of the orange wash over part of her
body was a good idea because she mixed a little light green in one of
the extra bowls, dipped both hands in and then began rubbing the color
over my chest. It really felt good!
Suddenly there was a little squeak near my head and I turned to see
what it was. My face was only about three feet from the mid section of
Pete. Joyce was literally massaging Pete's entire thing - pecker,
balls and the area between his balls and butt with light purple. Just
as I looked, Joyce was really giving his pecker the one - two rubbing
up and down the four inches. Pete was moving his hips with the motion
of Joyce's hands and he was gasping for air almost like he was
underwater.
"Stop, stop", he called. "Don't stop. Oh my gosh something is
happening. Stop!"
Joyce did stop but continued rubbing the purple paint on his lower
abdomen and stomach, then stopped and watched her partner. Pete's mid
section was still lurching upwards with jolts of intense pleasure.
"I feel like I'm going to explode!" Pete called to Joyce and glanced
at me. He looked down at his excited body. Suddenly, a small stream of
sperm streamed out of Pete's pecker and over Joyce's right hand
covered with purple.
Joyce looked at it with surprise and then wiped it away with her other
hand and continued applying the purple paint to Pete's chest and arms.
Well, I thought to myself, one of us boys can certainly shoot. I
wonder if I will as I felt Sharon's hands rubbing the green paint on
my chest.
I looked into Sharon's pretty face and noticed her beautiful blue eyes.
Then my thoughts were returned to Sharon's hands which slowly moved to
my stomach. She added some more green paint and with both hands rubbed
it all over my stomach and on my sides. As she moved her hands lower,
she would occasionally bump my pecker. Each time she touched my
pecker with her hand or wrist a shock went through it as if it were
ready to fly away. Sharon didn't seem to notice or at least the
expression on her face didn't change. However, it seemed to me she
continued to allow her hand or wrist to bump it maybe on purpose.
Suddenly, she grasped my pecker with one hand moving it to the side
and rubbed paint all over my pubic area. I spread my legs as Sharon
hand done.
Sharon dipped both of her hands into the green paint and with both
hands she began applying the paint to my pecker, my balls, the area
between my legs and under my balls and down to my butt hole. She even
put one finger gently into my hole just a little way and rubbed her
finger along my butt crack. I thought I was going to die and go to
heaven! It was so exciting. I could feel my body lurch a little and
just as it did, Sharon moved her hands away to my shoulders. She
certainly knew what she was doing. I think she didn't want me to
shoot, even if I could, too soon. She was teasing me just enough to be
excited, but not so excited as to end the fun too soon!
I calmed down a little bit, but I was still as hard as a rock.
I looked down the row of four naked boys lying on their towels being
painted by four naked girls. Every boy had a boner nearly the same
size. Every boy's pecker was a different color as well as the rest of
their bodies.
Several girls were still painting or rubbing a color on one or two
peckers. I could tell from where I was laying that Jimmy was really
enjoying the experience. He was turning his head back and forth and
trembling just a little bit. Maybe he would be the next - shooter.
But, I looked at the boy on the other side of Jimmy. Danny's hips were
thrusting up and down just a little bit as Brenda rubbed purple paint
from his chest to his pecker and around his balls and back up to his
chest. She was doing this over and over but covered new areas along
Danny's sides all the way down his legs, but mostly around his pecker
and balls. Sometimes she would move her hands between his legs as
Sharon had done to me and then back up and around his pecker.
As I watched, I think I was getting even more entertainment watching
Danny's excitement grow and grow.
Suddenly, Danny nearly exploded! His hips lurched his body at least
five inches off the towel, but nothing came from his pecker. However,
it wasn't a disappointment for Danny, it seemed (nor for me), but
rather just the excitement of an "orgasm" (we learned that word in
health) for a boy nearing the time when the real thing happens.
Danny still had a very hard pecker even after the lurching of his body
subsided. He went on to have two more before Margaret had finished
painting him.
I could feel my own pecker swell even more watching Danny.
Sharon was now painting little designs all over my body with the soft
paint brush. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moments. I could feel
her painting the designs on my chest, then lower to my stomach and
then on my sides and on my hips. She began humming to herself as she
painted. It was mesmerizing!
There was a long pause, but I kept my eyes closed. Then, I could feel
a smaller paint brush continuing to paint designs on my pubic area and
then my balls. My balls were as tight and firm as two little marbles
inside a little cloth bag.
Suddenly, the most exciting thing! Sharon began painting tiny little
dots of different colors around my pecker. I could feel the little
paint brush move closer and closer to the tip.
OHMYGOD! ----- I thought to myself! This is it, I am sure. I could
feel something twirling deep inside my body as the force grew and grew
and grew.... suddenly it seemed like I was being turned inside out! My
hips propelled my body off the towel! My pecker felt like it was going
to fly away from my body! I lurched and twisted! It felt so.... so
good, I didn't want it to stop.
But just as quickly as it had started the sensation fell away more
quickly. I looked down to my lower stomach expecting to see at least a
little sperm, but there was nothing. I must admit I was a little
disappointed, but not a lot. My pecker was still ready for another go-
around. I was still as hard as a rock.
And what helped a lot was Sharon's hand firmly wrapped around my
pecker moving up and down a little. She had a big smile on her face.
I think she might have been as excited as I was watching my orgasm!
"That was just beautiful to see, Ron. Do you think you could do it
again? You are still have a big boner."
I didn't know what to say. Believe it or not, I was both embarrassed
by the question and proud at the same time. I don't know if this is
possible, but this is what I seemed to be feeling.
"I don't really know..... I think I will try..." I said sort of quietly.
Sharon continued to paint the little dots on my pecker - and then
around my face and nose and ears and neck.
I looked down to see her art work on my body. I don't think I can
describe what I saw. I think I was really beautiful! Sharon did a
marvelous job! I guess the nearest I can describe my body as a flower
from the jungles somewhere. But, is a boy suppose to be beautiful,
pretty?
Sharon continued to paint my body. I shut my eyes again and tried to
imagine where she would touch me next.
Then, I felt a soft brush with long hairs moved back and forth across
my pubic area, then around my balls and ever so slowly around and
around my pecker to the very end. I was beginning to feel the feeling
again. I could feel the excitement in me building up more and more and
more.
I raised my head and looked down at my hard pecker. Sharon had painted
a pinkish white line about a quarter of inch wide around and around my
pecker to the very end. I could almost feel her doing it again.
I rested my head again.
Sharon sort of pushed and turned me to my side so she could reach
whatever she was going to paint next. Then, I felt the same brush
painting the side of my hip and then down and around my my butt. At
this point, Sharon had me lift my leg up and rest my right foot on my
knee exposing my entire hole and around to my balls and pecker.
Sharon continued painting with the soft brush once more. She painted
the entire area just under my balls to my hole the same white color. I
could feel the brush run up my butt crack and stop at my hole. The
feeling of her brush in this spot was so exciting.
I could feel the pressure building up inside of me again and I could
feel my body thrusting forward getting ready for another shoot. Sharon
knew that what was happening to me and continued to paint the same
area over and over as if it were very important. Heck, no one was
going to see this area anyway, but I certainly didn't care. Evidently
Sharon didn't either. (This wasn't just about painting each other!!)
Then Sharon sort of pulled one butt cheek back so she could actually
paint my hole better. It was at this moment that I just couldn't hold
the pressure any longer and my body again thrust forward again and
again and again! It felt so good! I wish that it could go on forever.
I could feel Sharon's hand around my pecker squeezing it gently in her
soft hand and her other hand between my legs with her finger gently
massaging my hole.
I thrust more and more and then more and more gently as the shooting
came slowly to an end. I was actually out of breath. I looked down
expecting to see nothing. This time I thought I saw a little dot on
the end of my pecker, but I wasn't sure.
I opened my eyes and Sharon was smiling at me.
Then I heard other boys and girls talking. Sharon had a large mirror
leaning against a nearby wall. I hadn't noticed it before. Nearly
everyone else was admiring themselves and each other in the mirror.
I got to my feet and went to the mirror. Amazingly, my friends moved
away as I came to the mirror and looking at me with their mouths open.
"You are really, really beautiful Ron," some girls said. "Sharon
painted you really great!" other's said, including some boys. "You are
sure to win the contest."
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was even more impressed with
Sharon's painting. I could hardly recognize myself - or for that
matter, anyone else. My pecker had come down and I noticed that most
of the boys had lost their boner, too.
Everyone fell silent for just a second. At that very moment as if it
had all been planned, Sharon's sister Rachel, and her boy friend ,
walked into the pool area.
Both Jack and Rachel were absolutely surprised at the same time.
"WOW! I can't believe it. You kids look really great!" Rachel said
with glee. "Don't they look great, ?"
"Do they ever! No one would ever believe this..."
Looking at Jack's surprise, I thought maybe he kind of liked us naked
boys since he seemed to be looking at the boys the most. It was hard
to say.
"Remember you promised not to say anything to anybody, Jack, if you
know what I mean?" Sharon retorted with a little bit of hardness in
her voice.
"I won't say a word to anyone Sharon, but this is really good! It's
really too bad no one will see all of the body painting except us."
Jack paused for a second looking at Rachel, "I wish Rachel would paint
me!"
"Only if you paint me first!"
Suddenly it appeared that Jack had not really meant it because he had
a little look of dread on his face. Or maybe, it was because he really
hadn't expected Rachel to agree so quickly. Or maybe it was something
else.
We knew the answer in seconds.
"I don't know," Jack said nervously. "Would everyone have to watch?
Maybe after we judge the best painting, all the kids could go in the
pool - or something."
So that was it! Jack didn't want to be seen naked! What a laugh! All
the boys had seen Jack and the other teenagers naked in the locker
areas and showers many times. The sixth grades through the twelfth
grades were all in one school.
But then it dawned on me. He didn't want all of the young girls to see
him! THAT was it! Who knows if Rachel had seen him naked.... probably
she had.
"No way," Rachel replied. "If you are going to paint me and if I am
going to paint you, we will paint each other right here on these
towels next to the pool!"
Jack looked around. "Right here with all the.... the girls here, too?"
Rachel looked astounded. "You big chicken," Rachel said pretending to
be somewhat angry with a touch of humor. "All these naked girls have
seen all these naked boys here for the past hour or so. What makes you
so special?"
"But, these boys are so much younger...." he kind of trailed off.
"Oh poof!" Rachel said and, almost with the same temperament as her
sister, started taking her clothes off. "Get those clothes off right
now Jack Auster."
Jack looked downright dumbfounded. He just stood there watching Rachel.
"Well?"
Jack slowly started to undress.
Rachel was stark naked before Jack had even taken off his pants and
socks. He seemed very embarrassed. Rachel was much like her sister
without a care in the world.
Rachel glared at Jack.
Quickly, Jack pulled his socks off and then unbuckled his belt. I
could tell that he had wished he's never said he wanted to be painted.
Everyone was watching Jack strip.
Now, he stood there in his underwear. Slowly, he pulled last bits of
clothing from his body.
The girls did gasp! Of course, all the boys had seen a naked teenager
many times, but probably none of the girls had. Jack was built just
like the rest of the boys, except he had a lot of hair around his
pecker. His pecker was at least twice as long as ours - probably more.
With the gasp from the girls, Jack started to reach for his pants but
Rachel said, "No you don't. Come on over here and lay down. I am going
to paint you first!"
Meekly, Jack follower her and laid down on his back. His limp pecker
hung to one side.
Rachel picked up a paint brush, dipped it into some red paint and
started painting some lines on Jack's chest. Though he did have the
usually hair around his pecker, he didn't have much hair any place
else. Jack was only fifteen.
We all gathered around as Rachel continued to paint various designs on
his chest.
I knew Jack could hear a few of the girls whispering because I could
hear them though I could not tell which girl was talking.
"He sure has a big penis!" one girl said.
"It sure is big. I wonder if it gets any bigger."
"Of course it does. Didn't the other boys get erections. He probably
will too."
"I saw my brother Robert one time in the shower and his penis is just
as big." Robert was in the same class as Jack.
I began to notice that Jack's pecker was starting to rise a bit with
all the attention it was getting.
This didn't escape the attention of the girls.
"Look, Jack's starting to get a boner!"
Jack at first looked mortified this was happening to him. But as his
pecker grew in size and with the positive comments by the girls, he
seemed to be feeling much better about the experience.
"It is getting really, really big! How long do you think it is?"
"It must be at least six or seven inches!"
Indeed, Jack's pecker must be at least seven inches, maybe even eight
inches.
Then, I noticed that even some of the boys were impressed. I was too!
After all we had seen Jack and other teenagers naked in the locker
room, but not many of us, if any of us, had ever seen a teenage boner.
I had seen the boners of my friends many times. We grabbed each other
in the swimming hole, often, and make a guy get a boner. Once, we had
a circle jerk and once we even stripped another kid completely naked,
held him down and rubbed him until he got a boner.
Then I notice I was getting a boner watching Jack! I thought at first
this was a little weird and I hoped no one would notice, but there was
Rachel, stark naked, and she was certainly as pretty as Sharon and, of
course, a lot more developed!
Rachel did like the girls did, she put her hands in some white paint
with some yellow mixed in. She slowly began to apply the paint to
Jack's chest.
We all watched with anticipation. I looked at the girls. They all
watched with their mouths part way open.
Rachel continued applying the paint to Jack's chest, to his stomach,
his sides, his hips and then, just as Sharon did to me, she took a
hold of Jack's pecker moving it to the side so she could spread paint
on to his somewhat bushy pubic area.
Then the best of all, Rachel began massaging the white/yellow paint to
Jack's pecker, ball sac and to the area between his balls and butt hole.
I could see that Jack was really getting excited. His hips began to
move up and down a little. When this began to happened, Raches
purposely, just like Sharon did to me, moved her work to another area
of his body. She began coating Jack's legs starting at this feet.
Though Rachel had moved her hands away from his pecker and balls, Jack
was certainly still very excited. He kept looking at the girls
especially, but also the boys standing around, all naked and painted,
watching him and looking at his naked body. I could tell that this
made Jack very excited, too. His pecker was pulsating and his hips
were quivering. I was certain that he would shoot shortly.
I looked at a few of the girls. They were whispering to each other and
I heard a couple of sentences.
"I think he is going to have an orgasm pretty soon!"
"Look at how his penis is! It looks like it is ready right now!"
Of course, Jack heard the girls talking and this added to his
excitement.
Rachel came back to Jack's most important possessions with a paint
brush and started painting blue circles around his pecker. As she
made the circles closer to the tip of his pecker, it was more
difficult for Rachel to make a line around it because Jack was making
heaving movements with the middle part of his body.
Suddenly, he couldn't control his internal forces any longer and his
body thrust upward violently. I watched with amazement. I took a quick
glance at my friends who were also watching the spectacle. Everyone,
it seemed, was watching the tip of Jack's pecker.
A long steady line of sperm shot from Jack's penis on to his freshly
painted chest nearly to his chin.
All of Jack's audience gasped at the same time, "Wowwwwwww....... look
at that!"
Rachel continued to rub the colored paint over Jack's body. His pecker
slowly became more limp and finally hung to one side again. I guess
the fun was over for Jack. I suppose when you get older, you only have
a one chance and then you have to wait for a while.
The paint part of the party, it seemed, was almost over. We all sort
of lounged around some of his sitting on the edge of the pool and
other still admiring each other's body painting skills.
Sharon brought out some bottles of Coke and some cookies and everyone
enjoyed the treats.
"Hey, who did the best paint job, Rachel?" Joyce asked.
"Oh, I almost forgot Jack and I were judges!" Rachel sort of laughed
at her own forgetfulness. "What do you think Jack?"
"I want to see everyone all together again", Jack answer. "Why don't
you all line up along the side of the pool ..... here like this?" as
he guided a couple of naked boys and a girl in the right direction.
Everyone lined up and Jack and Rachel walked up and down the line
looking over our naked painted bodies. Some boys, especially, were
doing little hip movements back and forth sort of trying to appear
better than the other guy.
Rachel and Jack seemed to take an extraordinary amount of time. Then,
they walked over to the other side of the pool area and talked quietly
together looking occasionally our direction.
Shortly, they came back to the line of us naked kids.
Jack made an announcement: "OK, we are going to show you who the
winners are. There is a boy and a girl who we believe have the best
painted bodies."
"So shut your eyes and you will find out." Rachel and Jack both moved
toward us.
I shut my eyes tight. I was really interested who they would pick.
Suddenly, I was shoved backwards into the swimming pool as were nearly
every other boy and girl. I made a yelp and heard a few other
surprised yells. I went under the water and came back immediately to
the surface. Jimmy and Rosie were still standing next to the pool and
had turned around. Rachel and Jack stood behind.
"We think Jimmy and Rosie were painted the best! Who painted them?"
Rachel asked and looked at everyone in the pool.
Everyone was surprised!. We all nearly yelled at the same time
including Jimmy and Rosie.
"They painted each other!"
"I am not surprised," replied Rachel when everyone quieted down a bit.
"They are both very talented." She looked around at everybody and
continued, "Maybe they will grow up to be famous body painters!"
Everyone had a good laugh and Stanley called out, "I think everyone
would like to see their art work! They should show off their painted
bodies downtown!"
Everyone laughed even more. Then, we all admired their painted bodies.
Both Jimmy and Rosie were nearly the same. They had painted different
colored butterflies of different sizes all over their bodies. Jimmy
even had tiny butterflies on his pecker and Rose had little
butterflies on her tiny little boobs.
We all admitted they were indeed the best. Sharon gave Rosie and Jimmy
a five dollar bill and said they can spend it for whatever they
wanted. Rosie said she was going to put it in piggy bank and everyone
laughed. She said her mother would wonder where she got the money and
she didn't want to tell a lie. Jimmy said he would tell his mom he
found it in the park. No one thought his mother would believe him
because Jimmy was alway telling tall tales.
Then, we noticed each other. After being pushed into the pool, all of
our paint had washed off. We looked at each other again and someone
yelled, "Get them!" and we all grabbed the four people still painted
and with some struggle, because Jack was pretty strong, pushed them
all into the pool.
I think this was the best party I ever attended. I can't wait to see
what Sharon plans next!
Now what do you think? You have a boner, don't you? Or at least you
had one somewhere in the story, didn't you!?
If you don't have a boner by the end of this story than I have not
succeeded! But really, I think the story is good. I hope to hear from
you: clepes96624@mypacks.net
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